Fiend Within

Joel K. H. Soh

A Retirement; he Indulges That Absence Of Many;
No More Figures, No More Shadows
That Amounts A-Double The Trouble.
No More Keen Tongues Thirsty For Open Wounds;
No More Watchful Eyes That Judges Forth Razors.
– Strip Not his Armour! Leave Be his Pride…
Mercy For All he’s Left, – his Worth;
his Isolation: What Dreadful Comfort!
Caged Within Concrete Lines; Brick Walls
That Make him Holy; Set Apart. – Feed Not
The Black Dog! You Must Starve It To Insignificance
And Pamper The White Instead! – Such Confinement
his Baby Inferior Delights, Least IT Threatens To Roll
And Wail. Perhaps Even Screech And Scratch?
he Would Not Chance Such Shameful Resignation.
Best Levite To IT! Leastwise his Footing Shakes Not
And That Faint Control Still Within Grasp…
– Motion: Already A Stranger; And Life? That
Long Forsaken Myth! he Is Now One With Solitude.
No Longer That Hideous Pore On The Face Of Society
As he Diminishes Into Thin Air; No Longer A Figure
Visible For Judgments, Nor A Solid For Piercing.
Evaporating Into Tranquility; Peace Streams him High.
he Is That Four Walls; he Is That Space Between;
he Is That Cage; That Freedom Is he. – Take Heed! The
Black Dog Grows Fast. Oh! The Manner you Feed It!